War has a way of changing people. These changes can either be for better or for worse. War usually affects people in numerous aspects of their life; it affects their way of thinking, their physical attributes, and most importantly their views on others.
And with changed views of others, it works both ways.
The cafeteria in the base was a place to enjoy food and company. It was not enforced to have food and company at specific times but it is encouraged. The mercs and agents usually ate with their own but their was an exception from time to time. As scout, medic, and engineer grabbed their breakfast, they decided on a topic to discuss. Engineer decided to take the lead in today's conversation
"Pardon me y'all, but have you both been noticing anything strange between... you know."
"Don fro what vu tahm bow engi." Scout said while scarfing down his food. He needed to keep up his storage of energy.
"Scout! Calm down with your eating. I can't bring you back to life if you choke to death." Medic replied. Scout swallowed his food before replying.
"First off, why do you care?, second, it's ight cause mercy can bring my sexy ass back, and four, why can't you bring us back? Wait a sec... ain't you roommates with that blonde chick anyway?" Out of all the mercs, Scout was the most energetic and quick witted to some degree. His immaturity however made him a little annoying at times.
"I care because I don't want to lose my subj- teammates to answer your first one. And I can bring you back from the dead but it has to be under special circumstance." Medic retorted.
"Still ain't answered all my questions doc." Scout replied with a smirk.
"Vhat are you talking about boy?"
"I also asked if you and your angel were roommates ya labrat." Medic began to tremble.
"Vell yea, so what does that have to do with anything?" Medic was confused
"Nunthin, I was tryna to see if y'all performed any secret experiments together ,that's all" Scout then proceeded to laugh.
"Scout, you know our relationship is strictly professional. If I was in my right mind, I would performed extensive research on you!" Medic was trying to gather up the pieces of his dignity. This just proceeded to give Scout more material.
"Damn Doc, if I didn't know anything, it sounds like she is rubbing of on ya soooooooo... did you show no mercy to her last night!" Scout was basically on the ground crying of laughter.
"Silence dummkopf!" Medic still kept his stoic face but inside he was flushed. Years of experimenting and seeing parts of any organism tends to do that too somebody.
"Uhh I'm still here ya know." Dell was being as patient as ever. Scout and medic both dialed back and listened to him.
"Well y'all know about Pharah and Soilder right?"
"Who doesn't know about that American psycho, and I do remember a little bout that other girl, Pharah was it, neva really talked to her though. She seems more uptight than that friggin spy. What's up with them anyway?" Scout responded.
"Yes, I had the opportunity to test th- I mean heal both of them. Where is this sudden interest of them coming from? Medic did know some info but the not the whole picture. He was hoping that some of that picture will be cleared up for him.
"Well, it's been a little too quiet don't y'all think? They been having their arguments ever single morning ever since we've been working under the same roof and now they just stopped." Engineer was genuinely concerned for his teammates because someone had to be for them.
"I don't want be mr.smartypants but why don't you just ask em goggles? The flying chick may not be willing but Soilder will y'all if your American."
"Tried that. All I got was a pissed off Pharah and a bat from you because of Soilder." He thought back and was very forunate for his hat.
"Hey your wrench, your fault hard hat. sides soilder is a tough guy, he can blast his way through any issue literally."
"I don't think he'll be lasting through this one though." Engineer replied.
"Vhat may be true, I doubt he has any experience sharing a room with someone of the same caliber." Medic added.
"Alrighty then, how about we just wait for somebody else who knows what's up and continue from there."
Scout and medic both agreed.
"... soooooo Engi did you fix symmetra's pipes yet or—"
Scout was met with a wrench to the forehead.
"Tracer, why do you always have to turn the conversation to your liking." Symmetra said while trying to stop the advances of the British hero.
"Because I want to know what happened between our Pharah and that guy who bunks with her, tell me pleasssse!" Tracer clasped her hands pleading.
"Forgive me for interrupting, but what makes you think that symmetra has any idea of what transpired between them?" Mercy asked, taking the middle ground. She of course had a general ideas but this might be the only opportunity to learn more.
"Well she shares a room with that bloke that wears the googles right? Surely you must have heard or seen something with you too being roommates." Tracer responded and was met with a stern answer from symmetra.
"He has a name and its Dell and you should address him as such. Have you no manners."
"Golly, already on the first name basis aren't we sym? If I didn't know any better, I think you have a soft spot for mr.overalls." Tracer couldn't help but poke fun at her serious personality. Symmetra sighed at the childish nature of this women.
"You are impossible." Tracer then turned her attacks toward mercy.
"So Mercy, hows your living arrangements with their medic? And between you and me, he scares the bloody knickers off me!" Tracer "whispered" the last part.
"It is interesting to say the least. We are both well versed in treating patients and healing but his methods are a bit unusual."
Mercy was a bit surprised that he dabbled in experimenting. She decided to leave that part out.
"Uhhh!" Tracer groaned. "You lot are boring and no fun, why can't both of you be a little like my roommate!" She let out a dreamy sigh which brought out chuckles from both agents.
"What's so funny loves?" Tracer pouted
"Oh nonthing." Symmetra replies with a grin.
"Nonthing at all." Mercy replied as well. She continued.
"Well it would be unfair if you didn't express your roommate to us hmm?" Tracer became estactic.
"Oh Jeremy! He's amazing! He's fast, energetic, hilarious even. He's the best roommate I've ever had!" Symmetra decided to test the waters.
"Really now, then would you like to switch roommates? Some bit of laughter would do me some good." Trace took the bait, hard.
"A thousand times nope luv!! He's a great roommate and I'm not giving up my buddy without a fight!!" Tracer growled.
"Calm down I was just teasing to see your reaction, let's just say that you did not disappoint." Symmetra said with mercy chuckling in the background.
"Hmph!" Tracer crossed her arms, unhappy with being decieved. Then she thought of an idea.
"You know, how about we talk to our neighbors down that way." She pointed towards Engineer, medic and scout who appeared to be tending to his forehead. "I'm pretty sure they might have some info on Pharah and...uh."
"You are referring to Soilder yes?" Mercy suggested.
"Yea! Soilder!" Tracer said as she corrected her self.
"I'll pass, they are probably discussing something important. Any your reason for going might have to do with their scout hmm?" Said symmetra.
Tracer began to blush as her plan began to crumble.
"I'm with symmetra on this one Lena." Mercy agreed. Tracer was not done yet though. She had one more trick up her sleeve.
"Fine, I'll go over there by myself and tell them that you both weren't there because of your crush on them! See ya!" She then blinked towards their table.
She was quickly followed by a flying mercy and a teleporting symmetra.
"Hey guys!!" Tracer yelled in a high pitch tone.
"Trace!" Scout said with the same enthusiasm.
"Howdy" Engineer said in a southern drawl.
"Good morning blinking hamst- I mean fellow comrade." Medic said a bit nervous.
"So What brings you over to our awesome table? I mean sides me anyway." Scout asked.
"Well, me and the girls were gonna come over to discuss the issue between Pharah and Soilder but they got cold feet." Tracer explained.
"Glad I wasn't the only one that noticed." Engineer felt relieved to know he's not the only one.
"Care to explain the cold feet they suffer? I may have a remedy for that." Medic asked. The meaning completely going over his head.
"Oh! That's because they have a cr—mphf!
Traced found her mouth covered by both symmetra and and mercy.
"Because we thought that you were discussing something important and we didn't want to be rude and interrupt, isn't that right Tracer?" Symmetra said with a devious smile. She violently shook her head yes. Symmetra then spoke to Dell.
"Also nice to meet you Dell, how is your tinkering going." Symmetra took a quick liking to Dell. He was definitely one of the more intelligent mercenaries in the base, and found his southern accent rather cute.
"A lot faster thanks to your set of tools. I would of had gray hairs using my old set. I can't thank you enough." Symmetra began to get a little flustered.
"Your welcome Dell, I'm thankful that you are using them to your liking." She replied.
She wasn't prepared for what happens next.
"Well if it ain't too much trouble, maybe I can take you out for some drinks or whatever you want to do to show my gratitude. If that's fine with you that is. My treat of course." He almost cracked her facade a little.
"That sounds like it would be fun. I'll gladly accept your offer." Tracer made giggling sounds while Scout elbowed Dell. The two supportive technicians shot glares at their teammates. The four were too distracted to pay attention to the doctors conversation
"Vell mercy, how have you been." Medic began. Medic enjoyed conversing with mercy. Not only were they similar in the language of healing and supporting but also similar furthering the capabilities of their teammates.
"I'm doing well and... Ludwig, I thought we had this agreement to stop staring at my-"
"Wings, I know but can you really blame me for being curious? Besides you act like one anyway so I think you might actually be one."
"Act like what exactly?" Mercy said with a confused tone."
"An angel fraulein, you literally bring people back from the brink of death, not to mention your heavenly attitude." Medic exclaimed which brought out rosy cheeks on mercy.
"Well thank you for the compliment, I think. So how has your concoction going? I heard it was going to make our job easier." Medic was pleased to hear this.
"Well, it was finished and I was preparing a test but due to some unfortunate events I dropped it. It took me weeks to perfect it now I will have to go through the process all over again." Medic began to look crestfallen
"What if I help you?" She quickly added it. Mercy was always quick to help an ally in need.
"Hmmm...there is no need, besides I don't mind th—"
"I will let you examine my wings for a few minutes." She interjected.
"We start tommorow! Thank you for your assistance Zielger." Medic bowed.
"I didn't do anything yet."
"No, for being an angel." Mercy knew her heart rate was sky rocketing. Either it was getting slightly warm for her or his charm was starting to grow on her.
However things were looking different for the hit-and run specialists.
"Ow! Can you stop poking it like that! It friggin hurts." Scout said to the prodding tracer as she was poking at his injury.
"Sorry love, I was wondering what did you do to get that actually? It looks bloody ginormous!" Tracer asked with genuine concern
Tracer really cared for Scout considering out of all the agents in this base, he is the only one energetic enough to keep up with her. Being around him makes her feel a lot better knowing there is someone else who doesn't take things slow.
"Pro-tip: watch out for wrenches. Also we still up for that hang out sesh right? I-I mean not like I'm forcin ya or anything." Scout asked a bit nervously. He had a similar feeling towards Tracer. Someone that could actually match up to his wit and childish antics.
"Of course we are! What you think I was gonna forget? Do you even know who you're speaking too?!" She responded
"Hey, that's my line trace! I'm the only one allowed to use it cause I'm the cool one." Scout quickly replied.
"Says who, Jeremy." Tracer knew using his name would get a reaction.
"Says the cool one, Lena." They both stared at each other. The chestnut brown never leaving the baby blue in vice versa. They inched their faces closer and closer.
-PHEW
Scout blew a gust of wind at her eyes, causing her to blink.
"BOOYAH! I win so I'm the cool one. End of story" Scout began to celebrate only to be interrupted by tracer.
"You cheated you bloody— I want a rematch!" Tracer was fuming. Another thing about the two is that everything was a game to them, even in operations.
"Uhhh sure. Ready Three..two.. TAG YOUR IT!!" Scout tapped Lena on her head and dashed out of the cafeteria at an incredible speed. The laughing sound of the speedster could be heard down the hall
"Oi! Get back here you tosser!!" She played along and began too blink towards him.
The other four watched in amusement. Watching the youthful nature of their partners was such a breath of fresh air.
"Now with the two hyperactive chatterboxes gone, what do y'all know about Soilder and pharah?" Dell asked.
"What's there to know about?" Said medic. "Maybe they finally got along with each other." Mercy saw right through him. Pharah told her that Soilder was looking for him a day ago. An injury from a well trained soilder such as Pharah doesn't just disappear in a day.
"Maybe a little too well, I tried to see Soilder the other day but she wouldn't let me through. She wouldn't even let me peek. My intuition is telling me that they're hiding something. All of sudden she's starting to care about him. You don't just go from arguing each other's ear out to caring about their sleep pattern at the drop of a hat." Engineer drilled on.
"Well I'm really no help right now, my apologies." Symmetra stated. Engineer began looking at the two medics.
"You two know anything?" Dell asked.
The two medics were about to refuse until an image appeared of nowhere.
"Yes, they do." The two agents jumped while the two mercs just sit there.
"Ehh, you get used to it after awhile." Medic said. Sometimes he got flash backs of a spy back stabbing him. He decided to quell those fears for now.
"The two doctors both know exactly what is going on." Spy revealed.
"I thought I told you not to tell anyone." Medic said, feeling betrayed.
"I don't know what you expected, I am a spy after all. I am on no ones side." Spy did make a good point.
"You-"
"Traitor? Deceiver? Oh my favorite, Backstabber?" Spy finished for him. Medic knew there was no way out of this. With spy you hard to believe him and not believe him if that makes any sense.
"I guess I'm caught then. Yes I know of something about our comrades but not enough for it to be concrete. The only thing I got is that Soilder was actually protecting some one that's not an American flag." Medic confessed.
"The only piece I can share is that after my rounds of checking up on every one I noticed that Pharah was showing some exhibiting some flustered behavior which is likely due to how she reacted to soilders well being." Spy then took a quick glance at his clock. He needed to depart
"Gentlemen and ladies, I am needed elsewhere, Au revoir." He began to walk away while cloaking himself. He unfortunately was met with the youthful nature of the runners as he got ran over. Perhaps he picked a wrong time to cloak from view.
"Did we *pant* hit something *pant* while running here Scout?" Tracer said between breaths.
"Don't know, but what I do know is I'm still the cool one. Cause I'm freakin untouchable!" Scout responded.
"Whatever." Tracer rolled her eyes. "I got you next time."
The two runners turned their attention toward the four and went to sit back down, exhausted from their game of tag.
"Where did y'all run off too?" Dell asked.
"Where didn't we run off too is what you should be asking wrench boy." Scout quipped.
"What happened while we out and about?" Tracer asked.
"Apparently, we think that pharah and soilder might actually be...involved with one another." Symmetra revealed.
This got complete laughter out of Scout and a drawn out "aww" out a Tracer.
"You- your telling me that psychotic bastard ha- has a hard on for something that's not the friggin United States of America!?!? Medic help me out yo, I'm dying here!!" Scout was literally running out of air from that absurd thought.
"I thinks it's bloody adorable! It's about time that Pharah actually found someone compatible with her! Hopefully I get invited to the wedding!" Tracer always loved a good love story.
"So y'all just gonna forget that we said "think" meaning it's a hunch, nothing is solidified yet." Dell said, trying to diffuse the situation.
"Why don't we ask em if they together or not? I mean they are soldiers for crying out loud! Revealing their relationship should be a cake walk for em." Scout said, getting a few facepalms.
"I doubt that's gonna works, those two are so prideful it hurts to watch. Let's lay low and try not to tick them off. Best case scenarios are they tell us or slip up." s
Symmetra stated. Dell agreed immediately. Symmetra way of thinking was always a good thing.
Slowly everyone else agreed too.
"Yo where are they anyway?" Scout said
"Who partner?"
"Soilder and pharah. Ain't they morning people anyway and it's almost noon. They also got that op to go on too." Scout did have a point. Those two were extremely punctual when it came to routine given their background. His answer came walking through the door in the form of two well prepared soilders. Soilder adorned with his combat gear and pharah sporting her pre-mech suit. They both walk to each other's table respectively. This caused the mercs to fall back and the agents to stay.
"Soo helmet how was-"
"Fine. I have an operation. No distractions. That is all." Soilder began to eat his food rather quickly before departing.They have never seen Soilder like this.
"Damn, what's his promblem? Who took his sandvich this morning? And where's that American attitude?" Scout knew Soilder was somewhat callous to greetings but interrupting isn't his thing.
Things weren't really so different at the agents table.
"So love, your night was-"
"Well. And I would appreciate it if you stop asking." Pharah said as she was throwing her tray away and left.
"Okay then, someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning. What's gotten into her? Stern, sure but never rude." Tracer knee Pharah was known to be stern but never to a point where it's considered rude.
As the two warriors left at the same time, the two side began to regroup to tackle this new promblem.
"Okay so I've seen a lot of guys with a stick up their ass, but Soilder really takes the cake today with this one, he seemed like a different person." Scout reported.
"And Pharah sounded more agiatated then usual. I bet that Soilder did something to her last night! What did your Soilder do to our Pharah you blokes?!" Tracer asked. Scout was shocked.
"Woah, time out. Are you saying it's our boy's fault she's like that!? Your girl probably had more to do with it than he did! Never thought of that huh, considering all that hair you got must be clogging up your brain or sumthin!" Scout quickly replied. He didn't like when other people talk smack about his teammates... unless it's the spy or himself doing the trash-talking.
"That doesn't even make any sense! Our pharah is actually a kind hearted person unlike your crazy teammate you twit!" Both of the groups found themselves surrounding the arguing quicksters.
"You don't know that!"
"Do too"
"Do not"
"Do too"
"Do not"
"Do too!"
"Do not!"
"Quiet Scout!"
"Silence Tracer!"
Both Engineer and Symmetra yelled respectively.
"We barely know the story so there should be no reason for this type of argument. How about we leave well enough alone and don't let this affect us."
"Dells right, we should not try to let this type of thinking rule our actions" symmetra said, siding with Dell.
"Sorry love for assuming it was your teammates fault. It's just that I really care for Pharah and I don't want anything bad to happen to her." Tracer said while twiddling her fingers.
"I'm sorry too for accusing ya back too. I may have gotten a little to defensive but soilders my dog and we look out for each other." Scout said while rubbing the back of his head.
"And here I thought you both weren't mature. You both grow up so fast." Mercy said, teasing them a bit. The group looked at the time and decided what to do from there.
"So Dell." Symmetra called. She took a deep breath. She only had one shot.
"Yea?" Dell was about to leave until he heard his name.
"Since the operation is already filled and I have no lab work to catch up on, may we take the opportunity to go out today at a later time?" This of course got more aww's from Tracer.
"Of course, I ain't got nonthing either so is seven ok?" This got some eyy's from Scout.
"Perfect, see you then." Symmetra walked away with such grace but made sure to hide the small grin she was making.
"Well, I'll see y'all later." Dell left shortly afterwards. Also sporting a small grin.
"I guess we could get work on the formula now, right Mercy?" Medic said. He decided that since there was no mission for him and all the injuries were taken care of excluding scout's, he could use this time to recreate his formula. And maybe bond a bit with mercy.
"Now?! Um...now is not a good time for me I-"
"Oh don't give me thatI've already seen your schedule and your free today. Also, I'm really interested in your wings so the sooner the better." He said.
Before she could say anything, she was grabbed by the arm and pulled out of the cafeteria gently by medic. The work of a healer was never done. Even on days off.
This left the two young hearted adults at the table.
"Well I guess it's just you and- OW! WHAT THE HELL!" Scout said while rubbing the bump on his forehead. Tracer quickly poked it and was already at the door
"TAG, Your it love!" Tracer proceeded to blink out of the cafeteria with Scout hot on her trail.
In The Briefing Room.
Soilder and Pharah were getting details about the mission. The mission is as follows: An abandon warehouse has to be destroyed, the contents of the warehouse vary from illegal substances to weapons of mass destruction. Straight, simple and to the point.
"Alright any questions?" Soilder 76 asked
Soilder raised his hand and spoke.
"WHY ARE THEY SENDING ME WITH A SOFTIE INSTEAD OF YOU? YOU SEEM LIKE YOU CAN LIVE TWICE AS LONG COMPARED TO HER!"
Pharah simply raised her hand and asked her question.
"How exactly is this a two person job? I'm pretty sure that I can handle this no promblem. Soilder might be a little too incompetent and get himself killed." Pharah snarkly replied.
"SEE?! ALL TALK AND NO ACTION LIKE A PANSY!!" Soilder retorted.
"I'll show you a pansy if you keep opening your idiotic mouth!" Pharah snapped.
"Enough! First off, as much as I want to go I'm needed here, second getting out is going to require two people, the amount of supplies tell us they aren't going to just let you walk out after destroying their supplies. Finally, the most important reason is that out of all the operatives, you two seem to clash heads more than anybody else." Soilder 76 cleared everything up for them.
"What do you mean, we don't argue all the time." Pharah pointed out.
"THE SISSY HAS A POINT EVEN THOUGH I HATE AGREEING WITH HER!" Soilder agreed.
"Whatever, not my promblem but hey you guys are already agreeing with each other so it's working." Soilder 76 shrugged.
Pharah and Soilder slouched back in their chairs.
"Now if you don't have any real questions, go out there and blow that warehouse to kingdom come!" Soilder 76 pointed to the door.
On The Way To Dropship
Pharah was fully geared up in her suit of armor while Soilder gathered his RPG, shotgun and shovel. Both soilders established themselves and prepared for takeoff. She was hoping for a peaceful flight.
"HEY CUPCAKE"
Well hoping can only go so far nowadays.
"What have I told you about calling me that honey!" She retorted with attitude.
"ALL I HEARD WAS SOFTIE LANGUAGE WHICH I DONT CARE TO UNDERSTAND. ANYWAY, A CHALLENGE SHOULD BE ARRANGED!" Pharah was hooked now. No Soilder would turn down a challenge.
"I'm listening."
"MOST DESTRUCTION CAUSED GETS A FAVOR FROM THE LOSER!!" He stated.
"Well, I hope you have fun cleaning my armor for a month after this." Pharah said with determination in her eyes.
"AND I HOPE YOU...UH... ILL THINK OF SOMETHING. BUT YOUR STILL GOING TO FAIL BECAUSE YOUR GOING UP AGAINST ME!" Soilder also said with determination in his eyes.
The thrill before battle. A familiar feeling to both of them. What they trained for will be on full display as soon as they touch down
"TEN SECONDS TILL DROP!" Said the pilot over the intercom.
"Try to keep up. Wouldn't want you dying just to avoid cleaning my armor." She taunted.
"ILL HAVE YOU KNOW THAT I DIED PLENTY TIMES AND CAME BACK! ME AND THE DEVIL ARE CLOSE FRIENDS ACTUALLY!" Pharah decided to leave well enough alone.
"Five!"
"Four!"
"Three!"
"Two!"
"One!"
"Drop!"
They both began to descend towards the warehouse with two goals in mind.
To complete the operation.
And to settle this war once and for all.
Longest chapter to date right now. Still don't know how to make line breaks cause I'm doing all this on my phone *
Anyways nother one never coming cause I quit... is what I would've said if I was lazy... well technically I am. I'm rambling at this point. Next one tomorrow my guys :)